Zhong Chengwang and Yu Xingmian glanced back while keeping their guard up, only to see the bundle the little girl had been clutching to her chest swelling at a speed visible to the naked eye. In mere moments, the objects appearing out of thin air nearly burst through the fabric embroidered with little bunnies.
Holding her impossibly wondrous "treasure chest," Jiang Yingcheng quietly edged toward Lin Jinshu.
The grandmaster seemed well versed in the child-rearing wisdom of "when a child goes quiet, mischief is brewing." Seeing Zhong Chengwang's impassioned speech stop abruptly halfway through, and hearing nothing more from the little girl for some time, he immediately moved to look back-
"Ah-ahem, ahem!"
In his panic, Zhong Chengwang could not think of anything suitable to say, so he made a couple of random noises to draw the man's attention first.
He swiftly exchanged a glance with Yu Xingmian, each seeing the same unmistakable message in the other's eyes-
You say something!
No, you! You say something!
After a brief pause, Zhong Chengwang reluctantly picked up where he had left off. "Villains die because they talk too much!"
The Martial Arts Grandmaster was not interested.
The Martial Arts Grandmaster wanted to turn around.
"What?! You realize you were talking too much just now, too? Starting to reflect on your mistakes, are you?!"
Zhong Chengwang abruptly raised his voice, practically picking a fight out of nothing. "It's no use! You already gave such a long speech. Your luck has already finished-" shifting between the two sides.
Halfway through, his words stopped abruptly once again.
Out of the corner of his eye, Zhong Chengwang saw the two children complete their handoff of the hidden weapons under Consort Wan's cover. Already familiar with how the cases worked, the children each turned in a different